Pregnant With Alpha’s Genius Twins

The boys then throw their heads back, wailing harder and I…

Well, I do something that, in retrospect, is probably very dumb.

But I gasp and smile broadly, my eyes shining as I lean forward, my voice breathless with joy. “Girls!?” I ask Alvin, thrilled. “They’re girls!?”

“See!” he shouts, staring daggers at me and leaping up from my lap. “You are happy they are girls! You will love them more!”

“No, I –“ I say, trying to wipe the smile from my face and failing.

“Mamaaa,” Ian moans, like his life is ending, slipping bonelessly from his father’s lap to fall in a puddle on the floor. “You will love them – you will forget about us –“

“I won’t, I promise I won’t!”

“You still have me!” Victor offers to the boys, putting out a hand towards him.

Betrayed, I spin on him, my mouth falling open. “What!” I gasp.

“Oh come on, Evelyn,” Victor says, raising his eyebrows seriously at me. “You’re totally going to love two little girls more –“

“What!?” I screech a hand going to my heart, honestly betrayed. “Not more!” I insist, working to say more, but my argument is drowned out but the growing cries of my two sons.

And then, I lose it. I just burst into laughter at the ridiculousness of the whole thing – about finding out that I’m pregnant with a second set of twins because my genius children can hear their sisters’ heartbeats, about being accused of keeping secrets, about Victor taking their side –

I’m shaking with laughter, unable to help myself, and I feel Victor’s arms warm around me, feel him laughing too. The boys continue to cry, but we just…

Well, maybe it’s bad parenting, but we just let them. They are in for a big change – maybe it’s normal for them to feel a little grief over it.

But a few minutes later, I feel little paws against my leg and open my eyes, my laughter abating a little, to see my Ian’s tear-stained face close to me.

“Come on, baby,” I murmur, helping him up onto the bed and into my lap. “Don’t be sad – I promise not to love them more than you.”

“Do you promise to love them less?” he asks, sniffing.

And I can’t help it. I lie. “Sure, baby,” I whisper, smoothing a hand over his hair. “Just for you, I’ll love them just a little tiny bit less. You’re my first babies, after all. It’s only fair.”

he says, smug, and leans

his father’s lap silently. And then we all sit for a minute, catching our breaths, Victor and I

we’re going to have double this, I say to his mind, shaking my head a little. Double the crazy – double the emotions – what if we get pregnant again and then have to convince four kids that we’re going to love them more than

wide at the suggestion. Stop – he says to me with a fervid little push. Let’s just – handle these two, and the two on the way, and we’ll

I nod, resting my cheek on Ian’s hair, giving him a sniff and basking in the warmth of my little boy’s unique

though, something

not wanting to set him off

curiously, his

I explain, watching him. “You can’t hear that

it’s obvious. “We tried to mind-link

Victor exclaims, looking sharply down at his

even have minds yet

interrupts, rolling his eyes at us. I press my lips together to keep from laughing, not imagining that he’d take that well in his current mood. I nod to him, letting him know that we want him to

He hesitates, thinking.

“We could…touch them. We knew that they felt…good, I

tell that they will be girls,” Alvin says, assured. “I don’t know how we know. But we could

were…well, because you’re twins. You’ve always been connected. I never thought that

knowing and

don’t want to mind-speak with girls anyway,”

roll my eyes, deciding not to fight about it right now, though I’d be sure to make sure they were nice to their sisters later. “Well,” I say, conciliatory.

grumbles. Then, he looks up at

“What?” Victor asks, confused.

says, his voice aloof as he sits up. “We have had a

them to think I’m being condescending because, in reality, I think it’s wonderful that they’re

the mom…she just wants to squeal

The boys move to the other side of the room, talking softly, and

stops and calls to Ian and Alvin.

turn to

a secret, okay? A family secret. Just between us four.

eagerly, glad to be in on it

they turn away. Victor and I

spinning me around in the hallway, burying his head again against my shoulder. I give a little squeal of happiness, pressing myself close